My name is Michael. I have been married to my wife Jennifer, Jen, for about 10 years. Jen is 5"10", slender, red hair, green eyes, 36DD, with the longest legs you have ever seen. Men stare at her constantly which is fine with me. I am very proud of my beautiful wife and appreciate the attention she gets. Jennifer always seems oblivious to it, not really considering herself special. We have lived a conservative lifestyle, only sharing fantasies while making love. After hearing some of Jen's fantasies, I wonder sometimes if she would enjoy trying new things. However, I have never approached her about living out our fantasies. First of all, I don't want to upset her and have her think she isn't enough for me, and I don't want her to do something she really doesn't want to do just to please me.
We were driving home from a short vacation. It was very late and we were both exhausted. Thankfully, Jen suggested we pull over for the night and finish our drive in the morning. A few exits up the road we spotted a motel, where we checked in and immediately enjoyed a hot shower. We tried to get a good night's sleep, but were just too tired to sleep. I suggested we find somewhere to get a nightcap and unwind from the day's drive.
We discovered we were on the outskirts of a small town and found a bar that was still open. When we walked in there were a couple of guys at the pool table, and about a half dozen men sitting at the bar, along with the waitress and the bartender. All eyes were on us as we found a couple of stools at the bar. After we ordered our drinks we started talking with some of the guys. Everyone seemed friendly, and it wasn't long before a couple of them bought us a drink. We, of course, returned the favor and ordered a round or two for our new found friends. The bartender said he had started a tab and we would settle later.
I saw the waitress place the closed sign in the window. She then locked the door and the bartender gave last call. Jen and I finished our drinks and I reached for my money to settle the tab. My stomach turned over when I found I had no wallet. I realized I must have left it in the room and asked my wife if she had any cash. After digging in her purse she quietly told me she didn't. I could tell the bartender had figured out what was going on by the look on his face. I asked him how much I owed, he told me $50. Even though I knew we were being ripped off, I knew better than to challenge him. At this point, all I could think of was keeping the two of us out of the local jail.